#1726 (#018)

we've done it in bed -

feet reaching out to rub, bite

like we're anguipedes

#1725 (#017)

when my tortoise mind

finally gets to the scene

you'll see latter wit

#1724 (#016)

a colourful van

full of young mysteriarchs 

often at fairgrounds

#1723 (#015)

that would be a dream:

to write anything for cash/

make potboil stew

#1722

a scarecrow poet

standing in view of The Strand

hopes not to repel

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Written for the November Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, Scarecrow.

#1721 (#014)

steam and not a mist

only rising where there's sun

i feel so bumbazed

#1720

scarecrow cremations

fill the air so they can fly

as they dreamed they would

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Written for the November Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, Scarecrow.